Chen Zhe quickly found Tang Zihao squatting on the ground crying in a corner of an alley.
He didn't go over immediately.
Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then naturally took out another cigarette and handed it to the other person.
Tang Zihao glanced at it, then quickly slapped it away.
"I don't need your pretense. I hate you now. All your tricks are useless. What's with all this talk about respecting women and being generous? It's all a fucking lie! You're just like them, lying to me."
Chen Zhe put away his cigarette and then sat down next to him.
"Brother Tang, I don't know much about what happened today, but I do know one thing: as a man, you can't just shed tears."
Tang Zihao was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped away his tears.
"His mother didn't cry!"
He was a crybaby when he was a child, and he didn't have a father figure in his childhood, so his personality was more like a girl's. He was also called effeminate by others, which he only corrected a little when he grew up.
Can you tell me about what happened tonight?
Are you trying to mock me?
Tang Zihao looked at Chen Zhe with bloodshot eyes.
"I want to help you."
Chen Zhe said very sincerely.
Sensing his sincerity, Tang Zihao's anger towards him lessened.
"Hmph, didn't you say you wouldn't help me?"
“I didn’t say that. I just told you that what works for me might not work for you.”
"Then what's the point of you saying that? You can't help me!"
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe I can't make that girl fall in love with you, but if you've been deceived, I can help you get revenge. Do you want revenge?"
Tang Zihao stared wide-eyed at Chen Zhe; "Is revenge possible?"
Chen Zhe nodded.
"Tell me about it first, I need to understand the specifics before I can help you."
Tang Zihao nodded and recounted everything that had happened that day.
...
After listening, Chen Zhe pondered for a moment.
"Well? Have you thought of a way to help me?" Tang Zihao asked anxiously.
Chen Zhe smiled slightly; "I have indeed come up with an idea, but I need your cooperation."
How should I cooperate?
Tang Zihao really wanted revenge; he felt incredibly frustrated.
"Let's do this..."
Chen Zhe whispered his plan to Tang Zihao, whose eyes lit up after hearing it.
He clenched his fists tightly.
"Great! Let's do it this way!! You're really resourceful, how come I didn't think of that?"
"Heh, just some petty tricks. The scheming and backstabbing in the business world are far more sophisticated than this."
Tang Zihao looked at Chen Zhe with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Chen Zhe was only two years older than him, but he felt that Chen Zhe knew far more than he did.
Thinking of this, he sighed heavily.
"Why am I so useless? We're about the same age, I shouldn't be so stupid, it's all my mom's fault!"
The thought of his mother slapping him earlier brought back the painful feeling in Tang Zihao's heart.
"Brother Tang, as an outsider, I shouldn't be commenting on your family relationships, but there's something I really want to say."
Tang Zihao turned to look at Chen Zhe.
"I know what you want to say. You want to persuade me to make up with my mom, right?"
Chen Zhe nodded.
"yes."
"Then you'd better not say anything. I don't want to hear it now."
"Even if you don't want to hear it, I'll still say it, Brother Tang. You know what? I really envy you."
"Envious of me?"
Tang Zihao was surprised to hear Chen Zhe envy him, because he felt that he was really useless.
"Yes, you have a mother who loves you very much and cares about you."
Tang Zihao snorted.
“She’s a control freak. She controls everything I do. I have no freedom at all. I don’t want this kind of love at all.”
"But what you don't want is what I desperately desire."
Chen Zhe raised his head and looked up at the sky.
"Huh? Why?"
Tang Zihao couldn't understand it at all. He felt that his mother was a very scary person. What was so great about wanting the love of a control freak?
"Brother Tang, you probably can't understand. You come from a wealthy family, and to put it bluntly, you don't know the hardships of life, nor do you understand the difficulties that poor children face when they grow up and enter society. My mother never cared about me when I was a child. I had excellent grades when I was young, and every time I excitedly showed her my perfect test paper, she would just give me a perfunctory answer and never truly praise me. I had the opportunity to transfer to a better school, but she said that the family didn't have money and forced me into a very bad school. She never taught me any principles of being a good person. When I caused trouble at school, she would only scold me without asking why. Under her perfunctory discipline, I ended up attending a very bad school, and it was difficult for me to even find a job after graduation. If it weren't for the chance to follow Sister Hu and learn something from her, I might be working in some illegal factory now, or working hard as a food delivery driver."
Tang Zihao stared with his mouth agape, a feeling welling up inside him that he couldn't quite express.
"I used to wish someone would take care of me. I really hoped that when I was confused, she could teach me what to do. But no one did, so I was very envious. I envied some of my classmates. After they graduated, their parents arranged jobs for them. They didn't have to worry about what to do in the future because their parents had already paved the way for them."
"I……"
Hearing Chen Zhe say this, Tang Zihao suddenly felt that his mother was not so hateful after all. Although his mother was strict, she genuinely cared about him. She would be happy for his progress and feel guilty for his mistakes.
"Brother Tang, President Mu has really had a tough time. To be blunt, with her beautiful appearance, if it weren't for you, she probably would have found a good man and remarried long ago. But she didn't. She has remained a widow for you until now. The way you spoke to her just now was really wrong. You didn't consider things from her perspective at all."
Tang Zihao's tears welled up again, but this time they were not tears of pain, but tears of guilt.
He didn't really hate his mother; he understood that she had done a lot for him and endured a lot that she shouldn't have had to.
He jumped up.
"Thank you, Brother Chen, thank you for reminding me. I will go back and apologize to my mother right away."
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